Built Like A Brick Sh#t House

I have not made a secret of my like for cliches. That like can be misinterpreted. Far be it for me to advocate the use of cliches when writing an essay, but on the other hand, if the essay is about cliches the sky's the limit. The other side of the coin is that cliches should only be used sparingly and then only to make a point which might otherwise take several sentences. Case in point, how to describe that All-Pro nose tackle on our Brown's team ( do not ask why he's tackling noses instead of football players). How about - he's built like a brick sh#t house. Those few words tell it all unless one is not familiar with a brick sh#t house which I'm not. I've seen wooden sh#t houses, but they hardly describe the nose tackler in question. Hold the fort, those rest stops along the interstates have sh#t houses and the last time I looked they are made of brick. Be that as it may, comparing a burly nose tackle to a brick rest stop just does not cut it and is as useful as tits on a bull. Notwithstanding my love of cliches, I must admit that one can ruin a piece of writing just by taking the easy way out and resorting to cliches to embellish their writing. This post is exhibit A. It is my resolve therefore, cast in concrete, that in the future, I will avoid cliches like the plague. You can take that to the bank.